This
is a poem that my grandmother wrote while attending St.
Michael's
School in Bloemfontein. She was 12 years old when she wrote this for
the school magazine. Her name was Elizabeth Ann Hossack, but at the
time she was known as Beth Doherty. Hope you like it.

Nicole
Van Zyl

THE
SILVER MOON

Beth
Doherty

The
silver moon is creeping
To hide behind the clouds
While mother
earth is sleeping
Within her misty shrouds.

Too
soon the birds are flying
To greet the coming morn
And see, the
moon is dying
For now it is the dawn.

So
patiently we're waiting
The silvery moon tonight
For with the
winds abating
The white moon sheds her light.